Yuan An cried so much that she squatted in the corner, holding Xia Yecheng's last letter tightly. Her eyes were blurred with tears and she continued to read:

Xiao An, when you are free, please help me take care of my mother occasionally. It’s time for me to go, Xiao An, I wish you happiness.

I sincerely wish you happiness. Oh, it’s useless. At this moment, I actually remembered the promise I made to you many years ago. I want you to be a beautiful bride and take care of your mother with you.

Those are all things I promised. What a bastard I am, I forgot them all these years.

But in the end, I want you to take care of my mother.

Xiao An, will you agree?

I'm sorry for causing you trouble, I'm really sorry.

…

In a very long letter, the words toward the end become more skewed and blurred.

Yuan An could imagine that at that time, he was already dying. She shed tears and pressed the letter to her chest, sobbing.

That night was so terrifying.

Mo Yiyang didn't want to leave, he didn't want to stay, he didn't want to be angry, he didn't want to hate him, he was extremely powerless.

Xia Yecheng is really cruel.

No matter how capable Mo Yiyang was, how could he fight with a dead man? He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could not participate in their long years, nor could he erase Xia Yecheng's pain in Yuan An's heart.

I have never failed like this before, and I never knew that love can be so hurtful. If I had known that this was the case, and they were still as beautiful as each other, maybe they would not have reached such a cold stage.

Did he actually still have illusions about her? He actually fell so deeply for her.

He looked at her with deep and dark eyes. He picked her up from the ground, suppressed his grief and tried to be as gentle as possible: "Yuan An, you..."

She raised her hazy eyes and said softly: "Do me a favor, okay?"

He didn't hesitate at all: "Okay, you say."

"You go home and rest." She demanded choked with sobs.

"..." He didn't expect such a request. But in an instant, he understood.

She thought he was in the way. She didn't want him to appear here because this was Xia Ye City.

Xia Yecheng even sent her a text message: Xiao An, goodbye! With Yuan An's character, he should have rushed back to the hospital immediately. Maybe this tragedy would not have happened.

It was he who said: "Don't believe him, no one should pay for his life."

He was sweating coldly. Did Yuan An attribute all this to his fault?

He asked hoarsely and weakly: "Yuan An, are you blaming me?"

She shook her head: "No, I just blame myself."

"..." Is there any difference? He felt extremely ridiculous and inexplicable. He was as sad as autumn, turned and left, stumbling. After walking a few steps, he still couldn't help but look back: "If you want me to do anything, call me

.”

After all, he still humbly hoped that she would think of him at some point. Perhaps, if he wanted such a miracle to happen, he would also cut himself with a knife.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, having to die to make a woman think of him, how pitiful he must be?

Just like Xia Yecheng, such a pitiful man.

He felt cold tears falling and couldn't control them. Afraid of being seen, he strode out of the hospital without hesitation. He walked faster and faster, as if something was chasing him from behind. Until he collapsed on the steering wheel and collapsed.

Feeling desperate, he gradually smelled Yuan An's aromatic scent filling the car.

Only then did he remember that countless incredible things had happened that night.

This overwhelming love should have been extremely beautiful. Why did it become an outlet for venting? He did, and so did she.

So, in the end, it became their deadlock. Yuan An cried so much that she squatted in the corner, holding Xia Yecheng's last letter tightly. Her eyes were blurred with tears, and she continued to read:

Xiao An, when you are free, please help me take care of my mother occasionally. It’s time for me to go, Xiao An, I wish you happiness.

I sincerely wish you happiness. Oh, it’s useless. At this moment, I actually remembered the promise I made to you many years ago. I want you to be a beautiful bride and take care of your mother with you.

Those are all things I promised. What a bastard I am, I forgot them all these years.

But in the end, I want you to take care of my mother.

Xiao An, will you agree?

I'm sorry for causing you trouble, I'm really sorry.

…

In a very long letter, the words toward the end become more skewed and blurred.

Yuan An could imagine that at that time, he was already dying. She shed tears and pressed the letter to her chest, sobbing.

That night was so terrifying.

Mo Yiyang didn't want to leave, he didn't want to stay, he didn't want to be angry, he didn't want to hate him, he was extremely powerless.

Xia Yecheng is really cruel.

No matter how capable Mo Yiyang was, how could he fight with a dead man? He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could not participate in their long years, nor could he erase Xia Yecheng's pain in Yuan An's heart.

I have never failed like this before, and I never knew that love can be so hurtful. If I had known that this was the case, and they were still as blue and beautiful as before, maybe they would not have reached such a cold stage.

Did he actually still have illusions about her? He actually fell so deeply for her.

He looked at her with deep and dark eyes. He picked her up from the ground, suppressed his grief and tried to be as gentle as possible: "Yuan An, you..."

She raised her hazy eyes and said softly: "Do me a favor, okay?"

He didn't hesitate at all: "Okay, you say."

"You go home and rest." She demanded choked with sobs.

"..." He didn't expect such a request. But in an instant, he understood.

She thought he was in the way. She didn't want him to appear here because this was Xia Ye City.

Xia Yecheng even sent her a text message: Xiao An, goodbye! With Yuan An's character, he should have rushed back to the hospital immediately. Maybe this tragedy would not have happened.

It was he who said: "Don't believe him, no one should pay for his life."

He was sweating coldly. Did Yuan An attribute all this to his fault?

He asked hoarsely and weakly: "Yuan An, are you blaming me?"

She shook her head: "No, I just blame myself."

"..." Is there any difference? He felt extremely ridiculous and inexplicable. He was as sad as autumn, turned and left, stumbling. After walking a few steps, he still couldn't help but look back: "If you want me to do anything, call me

.”

After all, he still humbly hoped that she would think of him at some point. Perhaps, if he wanted such a miracle to happen, he would also cut himself with a knife.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, having to die to make a woman think of him, how pitiful he must be?

Just like Xia Yecheng, such a pitiful man.

He felt cold tears falling and couldn't control them. Afraid of being seen, he strode out of the hospital without hesitation. He walked faster and faster, as if something was chasing him from behind. Until he collapsed on the steering wheel and collapsed.

Feeling desperate, he gradually smelled Yuan An's aromatic scent filling the car.

Only then did he remember that countless incredible things had happened that night.

This overwhelming love should have been extremely beautiful. Why did it become an outlet for venting? He did, and so did she.
Chapter completed!